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    Post-WCC celebrations get a little out of hand — too much champagne, too many lingering touches, and Lando can’t stop thinking about the way Oscar’s hand fits perfectly around his waist.

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    “I can smell how fucking noble you’re being.”

    “What?”

    Lando looks obscene this close to Oscar, neck bared, heat thick in his scent. He hums a little, then tips his head back down, shuffling back further, removing any millimeter of space between his back and Oscar’s chest. “I can smell how much you want to,” he says.

    Oscar feels a bit incredulous. Of course he wants him. He’s choking with need. But he can’t do anything about it. They’ve never even talked about this kind of thing before, let alone been in this incredibly torturous situation before.

    “I’m an alpha,” Oscar says desperately in explanation, because surely Lando can’t blame Oscar for wanting him.

    (Alternatively: Lando goes into heat after the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix, and Oscar is a master of restraint.)

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    19 May 2026

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    They handed him an Omega with ash still in his hair.

    Lando stood barefoot on the marble floor of a city that had swallowed his name, his future, and the scent of the man he was promised to. He said nothing. He didn’t bow. He only stared — jaw tight, eyes brighter than any fire that took his home.

    Oscar Piastri was a commander, not a keeper of hearts. The boy was a war spoil, nothing more. He told himself that, again and again, as days passed and silence turned into glances, glances into questions, and questions into something dangerously close to care.

    The rules of war are simple: Victors take. The conquered yield.

    But Lando has never followed rules.

    And Oscar? He's starting to forget them.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    “Does that mean I was the first person to big spoon you?” he asks then, pausing the video to look over his shoulder.

    “Yeah I guess,” Lando replies with a frown, like it’s a weird question. Like it doesn’t make Oscar’s heart flip and eyes soften.

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    29 Jan 2026

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    A place to keep all my F1 fics.

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    27 Jan 2026